From wherever Draven was holed up, he would hear her going over warm-ups in piano, guitar, and vocal. Wendy had a lovely voice; maybe she couldn't rival a siren, but certainly she had a nice, honey-sweet voice; thick and smooth.

Music was, in fact, the only thing Wendy could honestly take pride in; her looks were due to her powers, her grades were lamentable, she had no prowess in sports... the only thing that clicked with her was music.